The bells of Christmas chime once more; The heavenly guest is at the door He comes to earthly dwelling still With new year gifts of peace, good will This world though wide and far outspread, Could scarcely find for you a bed Your cradle was a manger stall No pearl no silk no kingly hall Now let us go with quiet mind, The swaddled babe with shepherds find, To gaze on him who gladdens them The lovliest flow'r of Jesse's stem O join with me, in gladness sing, To keep our Christmas with our King, Until our song, from loving souls, Like rushing mighty water rolls! O patriarchs' Joy, O prophets' Song O Dayspring bright, awaited long O son of Man, incarnate Word Great David's Son, great David's Lord Come, Jesus, glorious heav'nly guest, And keep your Christmas in our breast Then David's harpstrings, hushed so long, Shall swell our jubilee of song.